. . .the kitchen first. It is lovely, everything I wanted in a new room. If you’re interested, please click
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and yesterday I had the utter delight of the first kitchen session. One mando, one (other) whistle, a flute, a guitar and me. It was laid back and fun, and will be repeated as often as our lives allow. Aside from music, there was mulled cider and beer, a bit of gossip, and some laughs. I couldn’t ask for a better Sunday afternoon.
I’m slowly divesting myself of unplayed whistles, and working up to letting go of the O’Riordans. Keeping the Abells, Grinter, Busman and one Sweetheart. Did I mention that I still love wood?
Depression has cut down on much of life (again), but there is still the music, and there is knitting (my newest passion and eater of time) and the birds. Oh, there is a new bird, Thelonious, a monk parakeet (don’t blame me, I didn’t name him) who now brings the flock up to 4. He tolerates the music well, and is a grand, sleek bird with a devil look to his eye. I found myself spending more time on the computer reading about my life passions that I was actually doing them, so I’ve been away from the keyboard much more recently.
Lastly, I’m heading ‘into the shop’ as my mother-in-law used to say, to have a bit of a lump or two removed. I’m alternately freaked to the core of my soul, and utterly nonchalant about the whole thing. Next Monday the deed will be done, and I hope to have the biopsy shortly thereafter.
Latest tunes: Brides Favorite -----> Knights of St. Patrick
Foxhunters Reel
Boys of Malin (not likely ever to come up to session speed, but I try!)
Hope all is well with everyone. . .